Fully as bewildered as the girls she had left behind her, Beverly went quickly to Miss Woodhull's study. So far as she could recollect nothing could be scored against her deportment unless, at this late date her wild gallop to Kilton Hall had become known, or the presence of Athol and Archie at the Hallowe'en frolic had been discovered. True, she had recognized Athol and his companion as they were leaving the gymnasium that afternoon, but she did not believe that any one else had. As to any foreknowledge of that prank she had not had the slightest. So her conscience was quite clear on that score anyway. She tapped at the door and was bidden enter. Miss Woodhull's expression as she looked at Beverly was most forbidding. "Good-evening, Miss Woodhull. Miss Stetson said you wished to see me." Utterly ignoring the greeting, Miss Woodhull thrust toward Beverly the incriminating letter, at the same time demanding: "Who has had the audacity to send such a thing as this to you while you are a pupil in my school?" Beverly started at sight of the lost love billet, Miss Woodhull noted the start and a sneer curved her set lips. "No one sent it to me, Miss Woodhull," she answered calmly. "You will probably add that you have never seen it before." Beverly did not reply. "Answer me at once." "Yes, I have seen it before." "Where did you last see it?" "In my English history book." "How came it there, pray?" "I put it there myself." "And yet you have the temerity to tell me that it is not yours? Are you in the habit of reading letters which are addressed to other people?" "Was the letter addressed, Miss Woodhull? It was not even in an envelope when it came into my possession." "You have no doubt destroyed the envelope. Nevertheless, I must insist upon knowing who wrote that letter." "I cannot tell you, Miss Woodhull. I have never looked at the signature." "How dare you resort to such fencing with me? You cannot evade a direct answer, for I have resolved to learn the writer's name, and report him to the principal of his school," asserted Miss Woodhull, jumping at conclusions. "I cannot tell you the writer's name." "You mean that you _will_ not. But, I warn you, this obstinacy only adds to the gravity of the situation." "It is not obstinacy, Miss Woodhull; I do not know it." "Yet you admit having had this open letter in your possession and insist that it is not your own? A curious combination, to say the least," was the sarcastic retort. "I had the letter, but it is not mine. I never read it, and I do not know the writer's name." This was entirely true, Beverly had never heard dear "Reggie's" surname. "Perhaps you are likewise ignorant of the identity of the two people who masqueraded as Tweedle-dee and Jack o' Lantern?" "They were my brother and his friend Archie," was the prompt reply. "Ah! Then you will admit something of this intrigue." "If it can be called by so portentious a name," answered Beverly smiling.